Red's Wrap
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Tag: Warming Room
Maybe I’m Amazed
What is it with women? I went to the volunteer training for the Street Angels warming room tonight. Eighteen prospective volunteers attended. Guess how many were women? Seventeen. These are the volunteers who are going to greet homeless people, mostly men, at the door… Continue Reading “Maybe I’m Amazed”
Advent 9: Hold Your Fire
Sit still, fold your hands Worms wriggle on their own hooks Tie themselves in knots
Mornings in the Polar Vortex
She was an old woman who sat with her purse on her lap like she was waiting to be called to have her blood pressure checked. Instead, she was waiting for breakfast to be served at the homeless warming room and watching the TV… Continue Reading “Mornings in the Polar Vortex”
Blanketed
Sometimes the blankets are warm from having been slept on just minutes before. This happens when someone gets up, gathers up his blankets in a bundle, and makes a beeline to the storage room. They seem to be saying, here’s my bed. I’m done… Continue Reading “Blanketed”
Morning at the Warming Room
We had already folded and stacked most of the blankets and sleeping bags. A few people stayed sleeping on the floor, abandoned by their comrades who had already awakened, gathered their things, and moved to the other room where there was coffee and big… Continue Reading “Morning at the Warming Room”
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
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